I have a good memory.
Almost, picturesque.
But not quite.
Some of it has faded.
Some of it is gone.
Some of it, existed,
But, then I don’t want to remember it.
It gives me trouble at times.
But I come to my rescue enough times
that I get out of “most”, of the trouble.
One way.
Or another…
Or the other….
Note - not now of course.
But more often than not.